Category: Drama, Romance, Crossover (JAG/NCIS/HP)
Spoilers: Season 1 (Navy NCIS), "The One That Got Away" (JAG)
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, etc. No infringement is intended. Oh, and anything else that you recognize probably belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Summary: A string of seemingly unrelated unsolved murders leads our favorite NCIS team to an amazing discovery. Sequel to "Confused Memories". JAG/NCIS/Harry Potter crossover.
"So... are we certain it's her?" Auror Wellesley asked, running his fingers through his hair. He turned toward the window of the hospital room.
Tony shrugged. "All we know is that she was at the last place. Abby's running prints right now."
"What I want to know," Kate piped up, "is how that woman looked like me."
Mac frowned. "She looked exactly like you, Agent Todd?"
"Enough to fool Gibbs," Kate replied. "It was... well, freaky."
Mac looked at Auror Wellesley. "Auror Long was first in her Potions class, wasn't she?"
He nodded. A horrified look crossed his face. "You don't think...?"
"It's the only explanation." Mac turned to Gibbs. "How long was she at your house?"
"About... fifteen minutes," Gibbs said, shifting slightly in his bed. "Why?"
"When did she leave headquarters?" she asked Tony.
"An hour before Kate did." Tony looked confused as well.
"And if it takes half an hour to get to Gibbs' house from her apartment, that would have given her enough time to Apparate home, take the Polyjuice, and drive to Gibbs' house, with a fifteen-minute leeway," Mac sighed.
"Wait... what's Polyjuice?" Kate asked.
Auror Wellesley replied, "It's a potion that makes the drinker look like another person for an hour--as long as they have some bit of that person. Hair, nails, anything."
"Hair..." Kate sat up straight in her chair. "That bitch."
"What is it, Kate?" Gibbs asked, concern written on his face.
"She apologized to me yesterday. She--she touched my arm. I thought I felt a pinch when she removed her hand." Her eyes narrowed. "My hair. She took my hair."
"Are you sure about that, Agent Todd?" Mac asked.
"As sure as I can be." Kate shuddered, and Gibbs placed a hand on hers.
Mac gave Auror Wellesley a look. "I'll get a team together and search her apartment." He rubbed his eyes, then left the room.
"Damn," Tony said. "I hope I'm never in his place." Gibbs and Kate glared at him. "What?" His eyes widened in realization. "Oh. Uh... not that I'd ever be in that position, of course." Gibbs raised an eyebrow. Kate smirked. "I... think I'll... go now." He slunk out of the room.
Gibbs and Kate looked at each other and began to laugh. Mac smiled and shook her head. She stood and stretched. "I need to go do some of my own work. Call me if anything happens." She walked toward the door, then stopped. "Agent Todd?"
"Yes, Colonel?" Kate gave her a quizzical look.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Kate shrugged, squeezed Gibbs' hand, and followed Mac into the corridor.
Mac smiled as the door closed. "I just wanted to say that I'm happy for you, Kate."
The agent blushed. "We, uh, haven't really made any decisions yet..."
Mac shook her head. "I know that look, Kate. I know how I feel every time AJ looks at me like that. If you need any help, you know where to find me. I'm sure I can make some... arrangements." She winked.
"I'll keep that in mind," Kate laughed. "Thank you, Colonel." She smiled softly.
"It's not a problem. Now get back in there. I think Agent Gibbs needs convincing that he really does need to stay in one place, even if he is mostly healed."
Kate looked through the window. Gibbs was trying to climb out of bed. She scowled. "Excuse me, Colonel."
"Of course." Mac smirked as Kate entered the ward and began to rip into Gibbs. "As AJ said... good luck, Agent Gibbs." She laughed to herself and made her way to the elevator.
Mac entered the bedroom silently. She sighed as she pulled off her robes and hung them in the closet. She toed off her shoes and placed them neatly beneath the robes. She then stripped off her uniform and pulled a t-shirt over her head. She eased onto the bed, careful not to wake AJ.
She curled up against him, tracing the muscles of his back with her fingertips. She couldn't imagine coming home to a cold, empty apartment anymore. They had their arguments, sure... but Mac had never been this happy.
She really was glad that Agents Gibbs and Todd had gotten past their dance. She knew what it was like to work for years with what one wanted just out of reach, and she wouldn't wish it on anyone. She trailed her fingers up AJ's arm and stifled a giggle as he murmured something in his sleep.
Yes, she thought, stilling her hand and closing her eyes, it was nice to come home to this.
She was about to drift off to sleep when there was a rapping on the windowpane. Grumbling, she lifted her head. An owl was perched on the ledge, a parchment tied to its leg. She climbed out of her warm, comfortable bed and walked over to the window.
"Hey there," she whispered, opening the window. She shivered at the blast of cold air. "What do you have for me?"
The owl hooted softly and stuck out its leg. Mac untied the parcel. "There's a bowl of water on the table if you need it," she murmured. The owl bobbed its head as if in understanding. It hopped over to the table and lowered its beak to the bowl. Dammit, lying on the floor at the end of the bed, lifted her head. She sniffed the air, lowered her head again, and went back to sleep, by now used to the comings and goings of strange birds.
Mac unrolled the parchment.
Apprehended the suspect. In possession of powdered bicorn horn and boomslang skin. Interrogation will take place at 1000 tomorrow morning at NCIS headquarters.
Mac sighed in relief, turned the parchment over, and grabbed a pen from the nightstand.
Will be in attendance at interrogation. Thank you for your assistance.
"Thank you," she said to the owl, tying the parchment to its leg once more. "This goes to Auror Wellesley." The owl hooted and took off into the night. Mac closed the window.
She climbed back into bed and huddled up to AJ. "Cold?" a rough voice asked.
Mac frowned. "I woke you up," she whispered. She felt him chuckle.
"I've been awake since you got home." He rolled over and looked into her eyes. Warmth flooded her at his heated gaze.
"Ah. Well, I'm not sorry, then." She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I didn't think you would be." He lowered his lips to hers. Mac sighed and opened her mouth to the exploration of his tongue. She didn't expect to get much sleep that night. She moaned as he cupped her breast and rubbed her nipple with his thumb.
Sleep was overrated, anyway.